At the coxing of a very dear friend, I've decided to talk about what's going on in my wardrobe every Friday.
I just did a huge update on my style evolution, so I'll be brief this time.
Summer is coming here in a big way. Today was the first time I was able to sit in the sun and soak it up. I felt like Cheza, from Wolf's Rain. My problem is my looks are based on layering--with the added heat it makes it difficult to do.
Luckily for myself, "someone" pointed out this cool little diddy:
Its an overpriced thin hooded sweatshirt from Urban Outfitters. It cost me $44 dollars, but its perfect and what I needed--something what was thin enough to wear in heat and the sleeves are meant to be up. What luck! I won't even try to make any other justifications for my purchase. I'm not always a thrift monger.
Let's talk inspiration. I've always been a huge fan of Ralph Lauren's Purple Label. Its so boojie and old money, but it just looks so well put together and clean. I love the simplicity and elegance of the collection. Yet, I also enjoy the look of the 1950's biker...think Fonzie from happy days. I had to think what elements of each of these I enjoyed most. I love nautical clothing, its preppy clean and just snooty enough. Now throwing my spin on this would involve putting a modern spin and a little dirt (ie Fonzie). V-neck tshirts, sparse jewelry, and tight jeans are all staples for me, so those had to be included. Here is a diagram of sorts. I didn't follow this completely. You know how it goes. You see things in person and try them on and you think this may not work after all.
Now you know I can't do anything without my life soundtracks. I had been in sort of a music rut lately. And I just got out of it recently and these pieces definitely helped my costume changing flow. So without further ado, I also introduce to you: Sailor Boy!
Let my ego fashion show begin!
This is what I call casual work. I suppose its a little more military than nautical. I like this because its warm enough but cool enough for spring and I love ties and wingtips that click as I walk--makes me feel like a power bitch. I love to stomp!
This is completely nautical--head to toe. Its comfy and I could easily transition this to summer. I believe the shoes and short-sleeved red cardigan are my favorite parts of this ensemble. Its light airy and snooty!
I don't usually do sheer, and I probably wouldn't have done this had I tried on the shirt before I bought it. But, I like it. This outfit makes me want to ride a boat or just layout in my backyard. The shoes are very ridiculous, I know. These shorts are way tighter than I'm used to, but I've seen them all over the place, so I figured why not?
Shirt - H&M - $25
Shorts - Express - $39
Shoes - Urban Outfitters - $40
I kinda feel like this looks like a dirty country club goer. Its all how you put something together and how you can make someone perceive you--that's style, being able to put anything on and still be yourself. I can still feel like my grungy self in this especially with my hair and the rest of my bodily accoutrements. The sweatshirt/sweater is was mine long ago and the shoes and shorts have already been listed.
V-neck T-shirt - Urban Outfitters - $14
I used to hate stripes as a kid. My mom would always dress me in them. I just thought they were ugly and made me look fat. Now I can't get enough of them. I was never really a fan of the dock shoe loafer thing either. But, things change and here I am new and refreshed, kinda.
Something people just inherit and are lucky for it--genetics, money,...old clothes. The terry cloth short-sleeved sweater was my mom's from the 70s I believe. I don't really care that it was a woman's garment. I think if it fits and it looks good, work it out.
Terry cloth short-sleeved sweater - Mother's Closet - Priceless or until I'm too fat to where it then we'll talk.
I've been looking for a herringbone blazer since I was in Saks 5th Avenue last summer and saw a beautiful one--which of course cost $800. This one was much more reasonable. I love herringbone, its a very early 1900s fabric and look. I had some white jeans in college, but I lost them. The bag was an overpriced piece of crap from ebay. And for the price I'll work it till it busts at the seems.
Herringbone Blazer - Zara - $160 on sale for $60 (Bargain shopper!! sometimes..)
White jeans - American Eagle - $40
Bag - Ebay - $50
I love motorcycle jackets. The well made ones always fit a man's body like a glove--I love tight clothes and I don't care! Might as well flaunt while I have it--around 30 I may be a pumpkin. The hoodie is another piece of sheer clothing I've bought this year, its a little snug and I bought it in a large. European sizes are crazy tiny. The jeans are a simple slim bootcut but not skinny. The patriotic footwear is from Creative Soul.
Finally, let's talk about men and spring/summer makeup. Do not be too fierce. Your face will melt off and you will look like a sea hag. Be subtle. Only cover up the red and imperfections and some water-proof eyeliner--not raccoon level now, just enough to have an even flow. Little bronzer doesn't hurt either.
Special thanks to my landlord for unknowingly allowing me to use the duplex, AGAIN. And to Jon for taking the time to indulge my ego.
Since I'm not putting my skills to use, I've felt like they have been wasting away. So here I will also begin posting my exercises to random prompts I find online. Without further ado:
Exercise #2
Prompt: Define the word Captor. Create an imaginative prose or short story to go along with your definition. It can be from experience or purely a created scenario.
A captor is sometimes a horror to be reckoned with and others, an intense and sweet pleasure. One that drives all the senses into an abysmal and orgasmic cacophony that gives the imagination and body such inconceivable pleasure, all else in the world seems mute.
Something in his accent I think it was—thick and husky. His lips were soft and red, like a ripened cherry, without the use of even chapstick. Dirty blonde hair tousled into something of a pompadour—masculinity in its finest form.
How many months had it been since our fleeting conversation? How many times was it we made love under the cover of Lou Reed and retreated into a dimly lit smoky haze? I can’t count anymore. I longed to see you, knowing it was against all my better judgment.
A captor is not someone you love. It is someone you desire. Someone who serves as a passionate fantasy—wrapped in the fanatical musings of delightful meaningless conversation and the occasional after dinner cigarette. You were my captor, a thief of my conscience.
Captors play the role of gentleman, grocery carrier, knowledgeable rogue, flirt, and bewitcher, among others. Where did my mind go? What liquid was my cigarette tapped in to make me lose my very wit?
This is what a captor offers you, a means to forget reality—an escape from the thorned floral boredom, which cover the white trellises of chic codependency. Was it this I was running from—from my happy home to your bittersweet grasp? Anything to hear your voice, feel your touch for a moment. The lies build, tensions rise, angels fear to tread the path I have taken—married to a saint and lying with a malefactor.
Finally, captors always turn, when you least expect it—though going into it most of us know, nothing good can come of this. Used, defeated, fallen, smitten are those who are foolish enough to be bemused by their alluring smile and addictive poisonous touch.
I've been sort of caught up life lately. My apologies for not writing lately. I promise by the middle of this week, I'll have something fabulous for you. In any case. Here is what I'm currently listening to--its causing major solo dance parties in my world. Enjoy!
I'm a writer and photographer. Aside from that deep luggage, I'm a pretty low-key creative kinda guy. I like off beat music and traveling. I live in NoJo (Northern Jersey), in the near ghetto of Jersey City. Its cold, gangsta, and in general very uncomfortable for me. But I like it that way.
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